Heals The Original Dryness

wow, i stay up until 4:30 reading someone else's memories. this has been a demonstration of resonance, brought to you by sensory memory.

do i hide myself behind other people's experiences? do i convince myself that my life is fine, merely because other people's are worse? do i have time for my feelings? and... are they real, or the just the products of my obscure fantasies? damn, what i wouldn't give to be a fairy.... just to appear as one. it's such a beautifully appealing thought i like my body most of the time, but i feel like i need to change my hair and how i look in some way... *sigh* it always looks so much easier to wear flower wreaths in pictures than in real life. i want to be a fairy princess... just escape gravity and ill content sensations, and be... free, worshiped, light...

yet here i am with a crick in my neck and tense muscles, cold toes, surrounded by computers and horizontal filings of papers.

i need to go to bed... come to wake me in the morning...